Lately I’ve been having really vivid dreams. Last night I spent hours (or at least it seemed like hours in dreamland) trying to perfect a Pinterest worthy layered watermelon jello salad. I must have go through several versions. One was too red, the other not watermelon enough. Then I agonized over how to make the seeds. Black licorice would bleed and taste funny. Chocolate chips would dissolve.
And the weirdest thing – I hate watermelon.
So does that mean I spend way too much time trying to perfect things I don’t even care about?
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